What happens when a mysterious woman with purple hair appears in the year 1979 and reads out a series of books comprised from Harry Potter's memories?
Read this and find out how Hope changed the course of history.
Dolent - Full of sorrow
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"Chapter three, The Keeper of the Keys."
Sirius Black was fed up.
He hated this story that the woman with purple hair was reading to them. He hated that his best friend would die. He hated that his godson would grow up with the despicable Dursleys. He hated everything and everyone.
He refused to believe it. There was no way that the woman was from the future. That was not how time travel worked. His best friend wasn't dead. The future wasn't shit. This was just some elaborate and terrible prank from Hope.
"How do we know you're actually from the future?" He couldn't help but voice. "I mean, this could just be some trick you're playing." It couldn't be real.
"I know things I shouldn't and couldn't know."
"And what things are those?" Sirius snapped.
"About you and your friends," she looked over at the four boys, "about the meaning of your nicknames. Moony, Wormatil, Padfoot and Prongs." She looked each of them in the eye as she spoke their names.
"Anyone could know those," James pointed out. Sirius was glad for his support. It was something he could always count on.
Hope just smiled at them. "I also know about the cloak and the map."
The four looked at each other with wide eyes.
"What map are you talking about?" Remus asked.
"The one in Filch's drawer."
Sirius was still sceptical. She could've easily just been to Filch's office and rifled through his stuff. But that didn't explain how she knew it to be a map.
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good." That had quieted the boys. They were all just staring at her. How could she possibly know that? Sirius was starting to believe her about being from the future, but that only brought dread.
"I hate to say this," Sirius snapped his head towards Snape. A viscous glare settled on his face, a similar one being thrown right back at him. "But I agree with Black."
Sirius could see the shiver of disgust that ran through the Slytherin. He certainly would never have expected them to agree on anything. And he didn't particularly like it either.
"How do we know you're telling the truth?" The greasy git finished his thought.
"That's easy," she smiled. It irritated Sirius that she could be so cheerful at that moment. "Sectumsempra."
The Black boy furrowed his brows, he had no idea what that meant. But he could see the colour drain from the other boy's face. It clearly meant something to him. And from the looks of it, it was something serious. Serious enough that he pressed his lips together and glared at the woman. But she didn't spare him a second glance and turned instead towards Emmeline Vance.
